Flying Free

I came out of the house this morning, intent on getting the newspapers. My mind, however, was not in synch with my feet; I was praying and thinking of Tyler. Actually, I was begging God for strength to be able to face a funeral that just didn't seem real. And, I was asking for God to cover Tyler's folks, and all of us who love him. I wasn't asking for a "sign" of any sort... just really asking for the "peace that passes understanding". But as I started down the driveway, a butterfly floated down from above. It landed on a pot of herbs (and weeds) that sits by the drive. I stood and watched, while thinking of the symbolism of butterflies. "Neat", I thought.. "what a great reminder of where Tyler is." I watched as the butterfly flew lazily away, down the edge of the woods, and went on up to retrieve the papers. As I came back, I got near the pot again, and suddenly, the butterfly flew back down. It landed on the same patch of herbs and just sat there, very close to where I was. I stood and watched, and I felt a little chill run down my spine. Was it God? Was it Tyler? I don't know... I just know that I'm really aware of butterflies and pretty much all bugs, thanks to Adam, and I haven't ever seen one act quite the way this one did. After several minutes, it spread it's wings... it flew past me, practically brushing my cheek. And then it flew up, past the treetops, and out of sight. Into heaven....

Tyler, your funeral today was incredible... beautiful... perfect.. and almost unbearable. It was a total packed house, and while the grief was immense, the love was unending. I hope you could see it, and if you could, I KNOW you were doing the motions to "Love Is". And laughing at the jokes... and probably wanting to edit or dispute some of what was being said. Wish you were there... but I know we'll see you again someday. Hugs....